InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Rape of Persephone...Sort of ❯ Part Five ( Chapter 5 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

AN: I’m so sorry for the wait! I had the worst writer’s block of all time, ugh I don’t even want to talk about it.

THANKS SO MUCH TO BELLA ANGEL FOR ALL HER HELP!!!!!!!!!!!

Saholia- Thank you!!! I'll try to update soon, but since I just started school I'm not making any promises. And thanks for the review on It Makes Me Ill. It made me blush, lol.

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What you should know this chapter-

Hecate isn’t quite the evil demonic jerk Shakespeare made her out to be in Macbeth. She’s the Goddess of Crossroads, the New Moon and the Witch Goddess. She very, very powerful and extremely respected, even a little feared, by the other gods. She has her dark sides, but mostly she does a lot of good for people she likes. Most importantly, she helps out Demeter while she’s looking for Persephone. (Did I make that clear enough?) Anyone want to take a guess on just how Hecate is going to help out Inuyasha? (Hehe)

Hephaestus- Hephaestus was the Smith God and the God of Fire. He was Zeus’s lame son with Hera who basically made just about everything for the gods. I know I sort of hinted that Totsai was this guy in the second chapter, but I changed my mind because of one very important detail. Zeus marries Hephaestus off to Aphrodite in a effort to keep her out of trouble. C’mon, you can guess what’s going to happen very soon can’t you? (Mwhahaha)

Disclaimer- I do not Inuyasha and I am making no money off this fic.

Sesshomaru and Kagome

“Just start off by taking her on a nice date. Pretend you’re charming, pleasant, and can keep your eyes at face level. You’re a beginner, so start off easy. Don’t attempt any impressive moves that will send you flat on your face.” Jakotsu’s voice echoed in Sesshomaru’s head as he wondered if he really should take his uncles advice. His uncle was gay, what did he know about women?

Sesshomaru crooked his ear towards the dressing room, deciding Kagome would still be a few minutes and quietly opened the bedroom door. He murmured a few orders to his guard, paying no attention to the man’s respectful bow before shutting the door in his face and turning back towards the closed closet door, trying to formulate a battle plan in his mind.

But really, how hard could it be? Just wave some jewels in her face, stick some food in her mouth and she would be ready to jump into his bed by nightfall.

He just had to keep calm and hold on to control of the situation.

“Treat Kagome like you would a crazy idiot running around threatening to blow up a hundred women and children. No, don’t rip her throat out you moron. Treat her kindly, politely, try to bribe her, but above all Do Not Piss Her Off Further. If she’s pushed any more today, she’s gonna light the fuse and laugh when it blows up in your face.”
Sesshomaru resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Treat Kagome like a crazy bomber? He would have to talk to his father later to find out exactly how Jakotsu had become God of Love. Someone must have misfiled paperwork somewhere.

Slowly the door creaked open, and Kagome stepped out, her face carefully blank. His heart twisted when he saw the tear trails running down her face while a certain portion of his anatomy stirred to see her still in that tiny white dress. She stepped out quickly onto their grass covered bedroom, the cold floor from the dressing room hurting her bare feet.

The white flower vine was still wrapped around her wrist like a bracelet, and a large red daisy was tucked behind her ear.

“Lord Sesshomaru.” Kagome said very formally, “I ask you one more time to allow me to go back home peacefully.”

Sesshomaru’s teeth snapped together, “You are home.” What was it with this woman? Did she have a self-inflicted mental block when it came to this?

Kagome demurely lowered her eyes, “I would like to warn you that was the last time I’ll be so polite.”

Sesshomaru frowned behind his impassive face. What did she mean by that? “Woman, you are mine.” he almost growled.

A quick smile flashed on Kagome’s down turned face while something suddenly wrapped itself around his hair.

Sesshomaru’s hand jerked up to the object, only for his fingers to brush the soft petals of a flower. He grabbed it and tried to tug it out, only to find it refused to move.

“What is this?” Sesshomaru demanded.

Kagome shrugged, “For every time you make some dumb possessive statement that isn’t true, you get a flower permanently attached to you until I say so.”

“They are true.”

Another flower snaked up Sesshomaru’s back and before he could grab it, the plant wrapped itself around his neck.

Kagome shook her head, the flower perched on her ear quivering. “You can’t own something that doesn’t want to be kept.”

“You do not have a choice.”

A vine sprung up and twined around Sesshomaru’s middle finger, pretty yellow flowers budding up from it.

His eyes flashed red, “Kagome. Take these off.”

Kagome lifted her head up challengingly, “Take me home.”

“Never. You belong to me” he shot back, nearly cursing when another flower wove itself into his hair.

“Cool it with the possessive statements to Romeo. There’s a time and a place to be like ‘Kagome. You. Mine. Grrr.’ Like when the girl actually likes you and melts into a puddle of blissful goo whenever you murmur into her ear that she’s yours forever and ever. This ain’t that.”

“What the hell is with you? I am not a piece of property to be owned and branded! Especially by the asshole who kidnaped me. I want to go home! My real home. With Inuyasha.” Kagome shot the name at Sesshomaru.

A muscle in Sesshomaru’s jaw twitched and the flower on his head burst into flame.

“Forget Inuyasha.” he ordered. “Forget life on the surface. You are not leaving.”

A new flower found its way around his ankle, almost like a shackle.

He whirled around, so furious that the vines on the walls began to wilt. “And you will not leave this room.”

His only answer was a flower attaching itself to his shoulder.

Miroku’s mouth fell open as Sesshomaru stalked into his office. He blinked several times, his nose wrinkling up when it caught the stench of the burnt flowers hanging off his lord’s frame. “...so I trust Lady Kagome is well.” he said hesitantly as Sesshomaru dropped into his throne.

Sesshomaru looked at him, the flowers tangled in his hair drooping down over his eyes. “Lady Kagome is in exceedingly good sprits.” The flowers suddenly caught flame. And it didn’t look like it was the only time.

“My lord, if I may offer a suggestion-“

“I do not need more advice today Miroku.” Sesshomaru told him mildly, the muscle in his jaw bone twitching ever-so slightly.

Sesshomaru fixed his gaze on a large pot sitting on the floor, trying to remember the last time in his life he had ever been so angry. For as long as he could remember, Sesshomaru had been in perfect control of himself. Always cool, calm, and collected, even in situations that would make most people run around like Hojo with his tail cut off. But right now?

The pot burst into smithereens under his glare, sending Miroku running for cover.

Right now he felt like punching a hole in the wall. Maybe two.

Just what was it about this woman that had his world so conflicted? Sesshomaru had wanted her to bring emotion into his life, but not quite like this. And she hadn’t even been here a full day yet.

She was going to drive him insane before the week was out.

A small smile curved on his lips, anticipation sending his heart beating.


Kagura

Kagura looked down at Hojo in disgust, wondering how long he was going to carry on. “Oh suck it up already and get up, we’re not done with your hair yet.”

Hojo refused to budge from where he hovered on the ground, holding his hands over his chest protectively. “That hurt.” he whined.

Kagura rolled her eyes, “Beauty is pain idiot. Hurry up, you might have all day but I’m busy.”

“Actually, me and Hobo are hanging out today.” Jakotsu said causally as he popped into view, a almost fanatic gleam in his eyes. “What’cha doing Kaggie?”

Kagura resisted the urge to slap him upside the head for the atrocious nickname. She sighed and propped her hands on her hips. “What does it look like I’m doing Jakie?”

Jakotsu looked over Hojo, his eyebrow lifting in a way that told Kagura he had recently been spending time with his step-nephew. “Oh there are so many different ways I could answer that.”

Hojo raised his shining silver head defiantly, trying to lock down on the trembling that had little to do with the effort of holding up all the sudden weight the hair gave him. “She’s giving me a make-over so I look like Lord Sesshomaru.”

Jakotsu lost the crazed look and let his mouth drop, speechless for the first time in centuries. He closed his mouth, swallowed, before his jaw unhinged again.

Kagura sighed and stared at a little bee buzzing around, wondering if it was possible for her to manipulate it into flying into Jakotsu’s open mouth...

“Lord Sesshomaru?” He finally managed to get out. “Lord Sesshomaru? My nephew, Lord Sesshomaru?”

Hojo lifted his chin proudly, ignoring the bit of cloth stuck to his goatee to dye it silver. “Yes.”
Jakotsu remained silent, trying to decide how the little goat boy thought he could turn himself into Lord Sesshomaru.

“Was there something you needed Jakotsu?” Kagura reminded him, getting sick of the shocked look.

She mentally rolled her eyes. Men.

He shrugged, shaking himself loose of the dazed look on his face. “Well I wanted to help Hojo...ahem...train some more but since you’re here, I needed to talk shop with you anyway.”

Kagura paused from fixing Hojo’s horns, “Talk shop?” she repeated.

“Yeah, you know. The love business. I’m sure you’ve heard what’s happened with my step-nephew?”

Kagura frowned, not wanting to admit she hadn’t. It wasn’t like her not to be on top of all the gossip. “No, I haven’t.” she said darkly.

Jakotsu smirked and settled back, almost giddy to be retelling the story. “Sess has taken a mate.”

Kagura looked up, not noticing Hojo’s sudden close attention to their conversation. “He has?
Who?”

The smirk on his face disappeared, “That’s the problem. For some dumb reason Sess thought it would be a swell idea to kidnap Kagome.”

Kanna gasped, the first sign of real emotion Kagura had seen in ages while Yura dropped her beloved comb.

“The Spring Goddess? What was he thinking?”

Jakotsu snorted, “The numbskull obviously wasn’t thinking. Can you believe it? That idiot thinking you could force someone to love you? It makes as much sense as Hojo with girls drooling over him.”

“Hey, it’ll happen!” Hojo snapped defensively.

Jakotsu ignored him, “But since he’s being a stubborn fool and won’t listen to reason, he’s refusing to let her go. So we have to help him win her heart!”

Kagura looked at him warily. “We?” Jakotsu got like this every so often. He thought because they both dealt with love, they should team up and go help lovesick puppies or something. He just refused to understand that the only love she was interested in was the fanatical, worshipful devotion she rightfully received from her legions of obsessed followers. Like she cared about anything else.

Jakotsu nodded firmly, “Yes, we. C’mon Kaggie, you gotta help me out. I can only do so much, and Sess might benefit from having a straight woman to ask advice from if he gets it through his thick skull he needs us. Please? Do it for Kagome. She’s a sweet kid who deserves some happiness after everything she’s gone through.”

“Or you can just shot her with a arrow and get it over with.” Kagura said glumly, worried she would be talked into doing a good deed if Jakotsu kept talking.

Jakotsu gasped. “Kagura! How could you even suggest such a thing? Sess is no where near deserving of my arrows! He got himself in this situation, he’ll damn well keep himself out or die trying!”

“I dunno, watching the Death King die could be fun.” Kagura mused, stroking blue paint down Hojo’s jaw.

Jakotsu studied her in silence. “You know Kaggie-“ he began smoothly, “Kagome has a awful lot of clothes she really hates. I’m no expert but she’s about your size. And considering Sess picked out her entire wardrobe...well do I have to say how exquisite his taste is?”

Kagura froze, “What are you saying Jakotsu?”

He buffed his nails on the little piece of cloth he wore around his hips, “Well Kagome struck me as a very fair person. If you help her, I’m sure she’ll allow you to help yourself to her closet.”

Kagura dropped her paintbrush, splattering paint on Hojo’s silver hair. “Let’s go. We have a marriage to save.”

Jakotsu held up a hand. “One minute Kaggie. Before we go let’s see how well Hojo runs with a mile of hair weighting him down...”he said, slowly reaching for his bow.



Kikyo

Kikyo, goddess of the New Moon, Crossroads and Witches, was bored out of her skull.

She lounged lazily on her chaise, back in the shadows of Olympia, having nothing better to do for the moment. She absently watched the gods and goddess wander around, but having grown bored of them centuries ago she hardly paid them any heed. Not even the handsome, oiled youth standing by with wine and grapes he would happily hand fed to her stirred her interest anymore.
She had noticed it for some time now, there was something...missing.

Kikyo stroked her pale hand down her black robes, smoothing them as the servant followed her with his gaze hungrily. She felt nothing. Not one spark of lust, anger, interest, or disgust at the way the servant wanted her. Just complete and utter boredom.

She raised her wine glass up and allowed him to fill it before shooing him away, wanting to be alone. There was a flash of disappointment in his eyes, but he quickly obeyed.

No one, not even Inu no Tashio himself wanted to upset Kikyo. No one wanted to risk her withholding her luck from them.

And considering the current state of things, that was almost a shame.

Kikyo took a careful sip of her wine, curling her legs under her like a cat. She wanted some new to happen, or maybe just a new project she could work on. It felt like it had been forever since she had felt anything but this empty feeling in her chest. She needed something.

She just wished she knew in the Hades what that something was.

The doors to the hall the gods were currently resting in suddenly slammed open, swinging noisily into the walls with a loud bang. Sango spun around, her hand on her sword as she ignored Naraku’s taunting and focused instead on this possible threat.

She settled down as Inu no Tashio’s son Inuyasha stalked in, but kept a hand on her weapon as she recognized the frantic look in his eyes.

Kikyo tilted her head curiously as Inuyasha began to desperately scream at his father, really noticing him for the first time. She hadn’t paid him much attention before because he belonged to Kagome. However, something seemed different about him now.

And it wasn’t just the ice and snow clinging to him despite it being summer.

“Father, he kidnapped Kagome!” he shouted, and Olympia went silent from shock.

Kikyo studied him, not caring overly much about Kagome while she had Inuyasha in front of her.

He clenched his fists until they shook and his claws pierced his skin while he stared at his father angrily, more passion and anguish in his eyes then she had seen in a long time.

And then something...started to fill that empty spot.

“Fuck that, I won’t let her stay with him!” Inuyasha swore, before popping out of sight.

Kikyo took another sip of wine to wet her suddenly dry mouth, considering.
Now that was interesting.

Kagome

Kagome whistled as she went through Sesshomaru’s clothes, making a little change there, tweaking a detail here. She picked up one of his crowns with a wicked grin and traced her finger around, sparkles springing to light under her touch.

Oh Tashio, he was going to kill her when he saw what she had done.

She stepped back and examined her handiwork, proud of her skill with some lace, glitter and bright colors.

A knock sounded at the door and Kagome grinned, hoping it was Sesshomaru until she realized the arrogant prick wouldn’t give her warning before entering the room.

“Lady Kagome? Are you decent?” a man asked, the door opening quietly.

“Who’s asking?” Kagome popped her head out of the closet, studying the man standing just outside the doorway.

He was cute, not really her type but still cute. Jet black hair shone in the candlelight, the gold earrings in his ear and on his staff glittering in return. Huge black and purple robes dwarfed his figure, but Kagome assumed the billowy cloth wasn’t to hide fat rolls or a ugly body.

He bowed low to her, his body in a perfect 90 degree angle. “Greetings Lady Kagome. I am Miroku, Lord Sesshomaru’s private assistant. He has sent me to collect you for dinner this evening.”

Kagome scowled, propping a fist on her hip. “And he didn’t see fit to ‘collect’ me himself?” A flower slid reassuringly up her body to latch up her arm, almost as if to caution her not to waste more energy in making a scene.

She would need to save her power in order to grow a bright, cheerful wreath of daisies permanently around his thick skull.

Miroku kept his eyes respectfully on the ground, studying the tall grass and wild flowers with an almost shocked fascination. “Lord Sesshomaru is personally seeing to the details of tonight’s meal himself and felt he needed to continue supervising the staff.”

Kagome rolled her eyes and huffed, “More like work them like a slave driver.” she muttered darkly. “You may tell Lord Sesshomaru that I have no intention of going to his dinner because I do not plan on eating anything while he keeps me here.”

Miroku tilted his head innocently, “A hunger strike my lady? Is that really the best solution?”
Kagome snorted, “Don’t give me that. I’m a Spring Goddess, not stupid.”

Miroku sighed, “I’m afraid Lord Sesshomaru was rather insentient you join him Lady Kagome. He asked me to tell you if you refuse to come of your own free will, he will come and fetch you. Personally my lady, I believe you should just come with me now.”

“I’ve already told him I’m not making things easy for him. Let’s see him try to ‘fetch’ me.” she drawled, popping her head back into the dressing room.

Miroku cleared his throat, “I say this because coming to get you would be rather...enjoyable for him to say the least. If he comes here-“ Miroku paused, trying to find a tactful way of saying it. “Well, you might not be going to dinner at all.”

Kagome jumped out of the dressing room like one of her precious plants were on fire. “Lead the way.”

Sango

Sango, Goddess of Battle, stood above the pool of water that showed her the world on the surface, her thumb going back and forth over her sword’s hilt as she watched and studied.

Her generals were training her troops and she was on the lookout for any particularly gifted soldier. Things had been to quiet lately, and the bards were running out of things to sing about.

She had a feeling war would be coming soon and she needed a hero she could give her favor.

Her well worn leather creaked as she leaned down to take a sip of wine, her eyes still on the scene reflected in the pool. There was a young man she had found her attention constantly drawn to.

Dark, handsome and incredibly strong, he had also easily captured the respect of most of her men.

And it had been so long since she had seen such skill with a sword, the man moved as if his weapon was an extension of his hand.


Sango nodded her head firmly. He would be her next hero then.

With that decided she was about to turn to leave when something nagged at the back of her head.

She peered closer at her warriors and their hair and armor swinging wildly in the wind. It wasn’t the season for winds that strong.

She frowned when she noticed her men shiver violently, her invincible hero even affected if the brisk way he rubbed his bare arms was anything to go by.

The men cried out when snow and ice began to pour from the sky, pounding at their bodies and faces.

Her hand gripped her sword. Something wasn’t right.


Sesshomaru

“You want me to make what?” Hiten, God of the Smith, repeated almost angrily.

Sesshomaru didn’t sigh though he wanted to. Perhaps the smoke from his forge had damaged his hearing along with his brain. “I am commissioning you for a necklace.” he repeated slowly. “You will make it with twenty five carat white Russian diamonds and sixteen carat rubies set in the highest quality gold you can find.”

Hiten waved a hand, “Yeah I got all that.” Sesshomaru’s eyelid slightly twitched as if he wanted to roll his eyes and Hiten had the feeling the death god thought he was a moron. “What I don’t understand is why you’re commissioning something like that for Kagome.”

Hiten shook his head. A necklace like that for the Spring Goddess? Who was really the moron here?

“Because she will enjoy it.” Sesshomaru explained, his patience approaching its end. And Kami help Hiten if he looked at the flowers covering him one more time...

“Look, Lord Sesshomaru, I hate to act like I know more about what your mate would like better then you but-“

“So do not act like it.” Sesshomaru told him, the temperature in the room dropping several degrees. “Do what I have ordered within the next two days and you will be rewarded handsomely.”

Hiten’s lips tightened. Fine. If he wanted to be stubborn and refused to listen to him, he had no choice but to present the cold jewels to Kagome. On the bright side, he would enjoy hearing Kagome chew her Lord Sesshomaru out.

Hiten bowed slightly, “Very well Lord Sesshomaru.” he told him, before popping out of sight.

Sesshomaru brushed the annoying smith from his mind and swept his eyes down the feast he had prepared for Kagome. The dark mahogany table was long and nearly groaned from the weight of the food placed upon it. He wasn’t exactly sure what she would like so he had some of everything. Beef, chicken, fish, veal, lamb and other hot meats sizzled under the candlelight, letting off a aroma that had Sesshomaru’s nose twitching in greed. Salads, soups and cheeses were arranged in a way to tempt the eyes as well as the stomach and everything was on top of solid gold plates and platters. Diamonds and other jewels glittered on the walls jagged rock surface, sending rainbows to sparkle on the floor. A large fire roared in the fireplace, warming the room slightly and casting light on the rich carpets that covered the floor.

Sesshomaru nodded once, satisfied with himself. There was no possible way Kagome could not be swayed by this display of his love and affection. She would be melting into his arms before dinner was even over.

If she ever got here.

Sesshomaru frowned, he had sent Miroku nearly fifteen minutes ago to fetch her, where was she?

Perhaps she had decided to disobey him after all...

Gardenia’s and lavender teased at his senses, and since the flowers were behaving themselves for now he knew it must be Kagome. Her footfalls made almost no sound on the hard marble floors of the hallway and he couldn’t hear any fabrics rustling.

“I must admit Lord Sesshomaru, you really know how to work burned flowers.” Kagome drawled, entering the room.

Sesshomaru turned around and almost wished he had a reputation for cursing like his younger brother. The little chit had ripped up another dress, exposing her legs, arms, and shoulders. The top of the dress was still velvet as it was meant to be, but Kagome removed the rest for the skirt, leaving behind the gossamer petticoat. He wanted to groan at the way the delicate fabric swayed gently against her and drew attention to her tanned, toned legs.

Oh what he wouldn’t give to see those pretty legs wrapped around his waist.

“Kagome. Thank you for joining me. Please have a seat.” Sesshomaru gracefully pulled out one of the heavily ornate chairs and gestured for her to sit, nearly gritting his teeth when she ignored the offered chair and helped herself to the other one.

She eyed the walls nervously, before shaking her head and turning her focus onto the food, horror replacing the fear.


“You eat meat?” she gasped.

“Yes.” Sesshomaru said shortly, not sure what she was getting at.

“But...meat has to come from animals!”

“I have never heard of another source to acquire meat from.” Sesshomaru agreed, this conversation not going at all how he planned it. Maybe she was still suffering effects from what he had knocked her out with earlier?
It would make things a great deal easier if she her bad mood so far was merely a side effect that would fade soon. Maybe she would take these damned flowers off him then.

Kagome gaped at him, “Did you think at all before you kidnaped me? I’m a spring goddess! I don’t eat any animals.” she looked down at the food, disgust in her eyes.

Sesshomaru paused as he was bringing a forkful of tender beef to his lips, the smell teasing at his nose. He looked at the food longingly, but forced himself to put it down.

“Very well.” he gritted out. “Forgive me for the mistake Kagome.” he ordered more then asked as he waved a hand to get rid of the meat, leaving the soups and salads behind.

Sesshomaru inwardly scowled as he loaded salad onto his plate, feeling like a rabbit. Oh the things he did for his mate...

He waited to redirect the conversation until she had a chance to help herself, only to look up to see her arms crossed mutinously over her chest.

“Are you cold?” Sesshomaru waved a hand and a heavy black cloak draped over her, covering her bare skin. With another wave, salad filled her plate, and hot vegetable soup poured into her bowl.

Kagome glared at his silent command. “I’m not eating.” The flowers in his hair began to move restlessly. “I’m not stupid you know. The moment I consume any food from the Underworld, and I’m bound here for the rest of my life.”

Sesshomaru carefully placed his fork down. “You already are bound here. To me.”

Another purple flower sprung up and wrapped itself around his wrist. He ignored it and her continuing glare as he took his spoon and swallowed a sip of soul calmly. “You can not allow yourself to starve.” he remarked, trying to remember Jakotsu’s advice.

“I’m immortal, it won’t kill me.” Kagome shifted, trying to wrap the cloak closer around her without him noticing. She was a little cold, but she wasn’t about to admit that to him.

Sesshomaru slowly sipped his wine, savoring it to give him time to think. Jakotsu had said it was a good idea to trick...convince Kagome he was sensitive and understanding. He supposed it was worth a try.

“Kagome, I understand this sudden change is hard on you, so I will give you a few days to adjust. But I refuse to allow my mate to cause herself unneeded pain from hunger for very long.” Sesshomaru explained as kindly as possible for him.

“What a lovely sentiment Lord Sesshomaru.” Kagome brightened. “ I hope your able to repeat that to your mate very soon. Preferably after I go home.”

Sesshomaru clenched his goblet, leaving slight dents in the gold. Kagome picked at the velvet cape, starting to feel a little warm.

“And Sesshy dear, if you never remember anything else remember this. Honey attracts more flies then vinegar. ...ouch! Sesshomaru, put me DOWN, I did not call your mate a fly! I mean try to seduce her, DON’T KEEP PISSING HER OFF.”

Before Kagome could shrug the suddenly stifling cape off, Sesshomaru was there, slowly sliding it down her shoulders for her while holding her eyes with his own.

Kagome swallowed before she could stop herself, goose bumps erupting from his touch on her
bare skin.

“Listen to me Kagome.” Sesshomaru said softly, the exact voice he had heard Miroku use on countless women before, “I will give you your few days. But after that-“ he tenderly drew a finger down her soft black waves. “You will not even be able to remember why you ever wanted to leave.”

Kagome looked up at him, her eyes huge and unable to draw a breath. He looked down at her lips, slightly parted and oh so pink.

Splash.

Sesshomaru stared at Kagome in shock, not fully comprehending the hot soup that was dripping down his face or the bowl she was holding tightly in her fist.

“Do not count on it.” Kagome told him, as he felt a new flower climb up to his knee. She pushed back her chair and fled the room.

Sesshomaru gritted his teeth, soup sneaking into his eyes and stinging them as all the bowls of salad suddenly burst into flame.

That had not gone as he planned.

Inuyasha

Inuyasha perched on the edge of the snowy cliff, watching as the white before him spread and spread across the land. Ice and snow had begun to pound at the earth, beating at Inuyasha’s own skin but he couldn’t feel a thing.

He just wanted Kagome back.

And since his father refused to help him, he had to come up with another way.

But he couldn’t focus. He kept seeing Kagome, wrapped up in that bastard’s arms as he took her into the ground with him.

He barely heard the small ‘pop’ over the wailing of the wind, but he definitely heard the feminine yelp.

“Ouch! Damn it Inuyasha, can you be any more over dramatic?” Sango snapped as she was blasted with hail, quickly throwing her boomerang over her head to protect her from the elements.

She dropped down beside him, her leather armor thick enough to keep her from feeling the cold.
“So buddy, how’s it going?” she asked cheerfully.

Inuyasha slowly turned to look at her, letting her see the raw pain in his eyes.

“Oh, that bad huh?” she started kicking her feet over the edge, unconcerned that she was nearly eighty feet from the ground. “So you’re the cause of all this winter?” she waved a hand, indicating the weather.

Inuyasha shrugged, not in the mood to answer obvious questions. He kept staring at her, wanting her to get to the point.

Sango sighed, before deciding it was better to get straight to the point. She wasn’t a woman for small talk anyway. “Look, Inuyasha. I know you’re really depressed about losing Kagome but c’mon, she’s not the only olive on the tree! And I completely understand your need to grieve, but this is causing serious effects on the earth. You have to remember you still have a duty. You can’t just go around causing ice ages unless it’s something the human’s deserve.”

“I also have a duty to Kagome. And Kagome didn’t deserve what’s happened to her.” Inuyasha slowly shook his head, gazing back at the frozen landscape. “I’m sorry Sango, I can’t control this. The only way I’ll ever stop is when I have Kagome back, warm and safe in my arms.”

Sango frowned, “Promise me you’ll try. Only for a day or two.” she quickly added at his sudden glare. “But if this works...you’re so going to owe me for the rest of eternity.” she warned him, before popping out of sight.

Inuyasha didn’t watch or say anything as she left. The only indication he ever heard her was the
hesitant quiet as the violent ice storm stalled.

For now.

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